*Flames Slowly Die In This World So Cold,
Yet I've Learned To Thrive In It,
Just As The Flourishing Inuit*
I'm
Ready
To
Change
My
Niche
I'm
Ready
To
Bloom
To
Full
Potential
I'm
Ready
To
Finally
Be
Me
*A Curl Of Smoke--My White Breath--
Whisps Through The Air
One Thousand Words I Never Said
Race Through My Mind
As I Stand In The Light Before Dusk
Soon To Be Concealed By The Billions Of Stars*
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
*Flames Slowly Die In This World So Cold,
Yet I've Learned To Thrive In It,
Just As The Flourishing Inuit*
I'm
Ready
To
Change
My
Niche
I'm
Ready
To
Bloom
To
Full
Potential
I'm
Ready
To
Finally
Be
Me
*A Curl Of Smoke--My White Breath--
Whisps Through The Air
One Thousand Words I Never Said
Race Through My Mind
As I Stand In The Light Before Dusk
Soon To Be Concealed By The Billions Of Stars*
I Tried To Make The Words A Curl Smoke
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